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My Soul to Take

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Nash blinked at me, frozen in mid-chew. Youre serious? he asked after he swallowed, and I nodded. You think its connected to that girl in the West End?
I shrugged. I didnt predict this one, but its even weirder than what happened at Taboo. I want details. So I could prove to myself that the two deaths werent as similar as they sounded.
Okay, hang on He typed something into the address bar, and a search engine appeared on the monitor. Arlington?
Yeah, I said, around a bite of my burger.
Nash typed as he chewed, and links began filling the screen. He clicked on the first one. Here it is. It was a Dallas news channels Web sitethe station that had aired the story about Heidi Anderson the day before.
I leaned closer to see over his shoulder, acutely aware of how good he smelled, and Nash read aloud. Local authorities are perplexed by the death of the second metroplex teenager in as many days. Late this afternoon, fifteen-year-old Alyson Baker died in the lobby of the Cin 9, in the Six Flags mall. Police have yet to determine her cause of death, but have ruled out drugs and alcohol as factors. According to one witness, Baker just fell over dead at the concession counter. A memorial will be held tomorrow at Stephen F. Austin High School for Baker, who was a sophomore there, and a cheerleader.
Sipping from my straw, I scanned the article for a moment after he finished reading. Thats it?
Theres a picture. He scrolled up to reveal a black-and-white yearbook photo of a pretty brunette with long, straight hair and dramatic features. What do you think?
I sighed and sank back onto the edge of the bed. Seeing the latest dead girl hadnt answered any of my questions, but it had given me a name and a face, and made her death infinitely, miserably more real. I dont know. She doesnt look much like Heidi Anderson. And shes four years younger.
And she wasnt drunk.
And I had no idea this one was going to happen. No longer hungry, I wrapped the rest of my burger and dropped it into the bag. The only thing they have in common is that they both died in public.
With no obvious cause of death. Nash glanced at the bag in my lap. Are you gonna finish that?
I handed him the burger, but his words still echoed in my mind. Hed hit the nail on the head with that oneand driven it straight into my heart. Heidi and Alyson had both literally dropped dead with no warnings, no illness and no wounds of any kind. And Id known Heidis death was coming.
If Id been there when Alyson Baker was ordering her popcorn, would I have known she was about to die?
And if I had, would telling her have done any good?
I scooted back on the bed and drew my knees upto my chest as my guilt over Heidis death swelled within me like a sponge soaking up water. Had I let her die?
Nash dropped the empty burger wrapper into the bag and swiveled in the desk chair to face me. He frowned as he looked at my expression and leaned forward to gently push my legs down, so he could see my face. Theres nothing you could have done.
Were my thoughts that obvious? I couldnt summon a smile, even with his dimples and late-night stubble only inches away. You dont know that.
His mouth formed a hard line for a moment, like he might argue, but then he smiled slyly, and his gaze locked onto mine. What I do know is that you need to relax. Think about something other than death. His voice was a gentle rumble as he moved from the chair to sit next to me on the bed, and the mattress sank beneath his weight.
My breath hitched in anticipation, and my pulse raced. What should I be thinking about? My own voice came out lower, my words so soft I could barely hear them.
Me, he whispered back, leaning forward so that his lips brushed my ear as he spoke. His scent enveloped me, and his cheek felt scratchy against mine. You should be thinking about me. His fingers intertwined with mine in my lap, and he pulled away from my ear slowly, his lips skimming my cheek, deliciously soft in contrast to the sharp stubble. He dropped a trail of small kisses along my jaw, and my heart beat harder with every single one.
When he reached my chin, the kisses trailed up until his mouth met mine, gently sucking my lower lip between his. Teasing without making full contact. My chest rose and fell quickly, my breaths shallow, my pulse racing.
More
He heard me. He must have. Nash pulled back just long enough to meet my gaze, heat blazing behind his eyes, and I realized that he was breathing hard too. His fingers tightened around mine and his free hand slid into the hair at the base of my skull.
Then he kissed me for real.
My mouth opened beneath his, and the kiss went deeper as I drew him in, suddenly ravenous for something Id never even tasted. My fingers tightened around his, and my free hand found his arm, exploring the hard planes, reveling in the potential of such restrained strength.
Nash pulled back then and looked at me, deep need smoldering behind his eyes. The intensity of that needthe staggering depth of his longingslammed into me like a wave on the side of a ship, threatening to knock me overboard. To toss me into that turbulent sea, where the current would surely carry me away.
His finger traced my lower lip, his gaze locked onto mine, and my mouth opened, ready for his again.
His hesitance was a terrible mercy. I could barely breathe with him touching me, so overwhelmed was I byeverything. But he smelled so good, and felt so good, I didnt want him to stop, even if I never breathed again.